User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-3135907-20160717140022

The stoatess scowled at the hare. "You fool! This's just a patrol. They'll soon- auk!" A noose swept down from the trees above and tightened around her throat as it hoisted her a mere few inches off the ground, kicking and gasping. Then the vine rope began to rise, carrying her gurgling body upward with it, slowly, inch by inch, as if some arboreal monster were reeling in a fishing line.

"Gah, Dazzi, not yew!" howled the rat. W ooden spears, light and quick, zipped down from the tree canopy accompanied by arrows that were no doubt coated with poison as the rat  charged at the stoatess and took hold of her legs, supporting her body in an effort to prevent her from choking. "Well, help me, will yer?" he growled through clenched teeth at Feffle and Grimear. "Twas youse two wot brought 'em on us!"

A whooping beast swung down from the treetops and landed on his feet, a purloined vermin cutlass in paw. Another tree rat joined him, armed with one of the deady javelins.